Synopsis: When the very fabric of time and space are about to be put through the wringer – in this instance by the imminent arrival of a very large and determinedly oncoming meteorite – circumstances require a very particular type of hero. Sadly what the situation does not need is a singularly inept wizard, still recovering from the trauma of falling off the edge of the world. Equally it does not need one well-meaning tourist and his luggage which has a mind of its own. Which is a shame because that’s all there is…
Title: Light Fantastic, Discworld #2
Author: Terry Pratchett
Pulbisher: Corgi
Pub Date: 1986
Pages: 288
ISBN: 9780552152594
Rating: 
“Of course I’m sane, when trees start talking to me, I don’t talk back.”
As soon as I’d finished The Colour of Magic on audiobook, I went straight back to the store and bought the two books in the series. I think it’s safe to say I’m hooked.
Before I started listening to The Light Fantastic, however, I feared Pratchett’s wit could become overdone and dreary. Thankfully, I needn’t have worried; his writing improves the more he goes on. There were multiple occasions of chortling in public which, apparently, is socially unacceptable – especially if you don’t have a book (or screen) in your hands.
“Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out,” said the shopkeeper. “That’s what I’ve always thought. No one goes mad quicker than a totally sane person.”
His wry humour and brilliant narration amuses, entices, and encourages laughter. But what’s best about these books is the sheer imagination of it all. A world on a disc, balanced on top of four elephants, on a giant turtle’s back, flying through space. With biblical, classical and mythical themes effortlessly weaved into each other – these books are a law unto themselves.
“The Luggage said nothing, but louder this time.”
And I love them!
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